Get a grip, tough girls don’t sue

Ms. Thompson, aka ‘Airbags’, has some advice for women who cry harassment in the Square Mile

I had no idea what "motorboating" was until a rather intimate encounter with a stranger in a club on the King's Road in London a few weeks ago.

No, it's not what you're thinking. I had just arrived. I was making my way to the bar to slosh back enough gin to obliterate the hideousness of the place, when the aforementioned stranger grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug, then thrust his head between my breasts. For me, this is usually fourth date territory.

Strangely, it is the second time this has happened to me in the past six months. Was I wearing a bustier or something equally revealing? No, just a black tank top and jeans.

I managed to fight him off with my Chanel clutch (an investment buy if ever there was one), but when I remonstrated with him he waved his hands as if to